Its time to vote
I know its time.
I planned and researched
but now why
cant I find where ballots go?
Where am I now?
I do not know the place that tells me where.
Oh no!
I am lost
and now I fear
I may be traveling for years
to get back on that road I left.
It said turn left
that Google map
but I think that what it really meant
was veer right and then look back.
Its five o'clock
times running short.
My map is torn and I'm all for
waiting 'till next time comes 'round.
We vote again, so how 'bout now
finding a place to refill
my coffee?
Voting, you say takes no skill
but I would say its PURE HARD WILL!
Poem 19: Prayer
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Though it’s always time
There’s never time
Because I’m busy in my mind
I planned and set forth
On a newfound course
But I can’t seem to find the words
That speak what I mean
For when it’s quiet I dream
I don’t forget to
But I do, it’s so hard to
Though it’s not
For I was made to pray
All that’s left is just to say
O’ God you are not there when I do not listen
O’ gods you hear my cry when I am greedy
O’ God you fulfill my needs when I am needy
O’ gods you entrench me in sin so that I glisten
Now it’s late
And the days gone by
And but few times have I said hi
Why is it that I
Cannot follow
You till I die
The way has been set forth through a gift
All that’s left is that I set forth and use it
You are my God and my King
To you I should turn for everything
Not only in asking,
But giving, loving, doing, and listening